Chapter 482: Pride and Its Fall
Lyria's POV
Lucian spoke immediately after me.
"I am Duke Lucian Aurelgrave of Eastmere."
"I am Duke Alistair Thorncrest of Highmoor," Duke Thorncrest said.
"I am Corvin Hale, Marquess of the highly esteemed Westreach," Corvin said.
He placed a particular emphasis upon the words highly esteemed, as though he endeavoured to make some point the rest of us had somehow failed to perceive.
"I am Marquess Adrian Silverwyn of Crestfall," Marquess Silverwyn said calmly.
Then Duke Valenridge spoke, his voice quiet and even.
"I am Duke Evander Valenridge of Blackmere."
Jim regarded him for a long moment, startled by hiw words. Yet the Duke in question gave no indication that he noticed or, if he did, that he cared in the least.
Baldwin then spoke, his gaze resting upon Duke Thorncrest. His voice remained that same soft whisper, yet it carried more weight than any raised tone might have done.
"Where exactly is Highmoor, Yer Grace?"
